At Pt. Reyes, I drive over there, winding upon the Drake highway. I pass Inverness and continue through blustery oaks. It is late to drive to the sea and far away, but I have to see it, even in the rain. Continue reading →

stumbling onto Texas City
I can see from here
how the whole world
might be mistaken
for oil country. Continue reading →

To go somewhere and shiver.
To buy sardines, to make borscht,
to tell the immaterial windows about you or not you waiting or not waiting. Continue reading →

No one retrieves the dead
this winter: there’s a cat
along Market Street, iced Continue reading →

I went to inspect Iowa
and uncover her consolation.
I found her gold
fields cut and stumbled
in her stubble, her dark furrows Continue reading →

Cans, bottles, plastic bags,
bras, panties, socks, boots and shoes,
tires, magazines, newspapers,
inhalers, pill bottles, condoms, Continue reading →

Then I worked for an old lady in El Paso
            took down her storms put up her screens
            painted her fence
she kept finding new jobs
            said I resembled the boy she’d lost
            insisted I sleep in his bed
            the walls covered with posters
            X-Men The Gladiator Kate Moss
            clippings about boxing matches Continue reading →

All night she watched
the sky bloom with stars.
Now it is morning.
Purple lilies, orange sunrise,
yellow sun. Continue reading →

you’ve known me to lie
lie on the teriyaki sauce floors
lie on the duct taped leather seats Continue reading →

i find comfort in the darkness of others
it becomes the spices i bite into when eating my mothers food Continue reading →